Last week, the unthinkable happened at the house. I was out of diet coke for 3 DAYS. I know. Instead of being a grown up and going to the store, I just started hitting Sonic for a Route 44 Diet Coke easy ice on my way to and from various places, hence the title. Half price drinks at Sonic from 2-4! GENIUS. My favorite part was when Mom and I hit CVS to get some of her prescriptions and figured we'd just pick up some diet coke there. Um, there wasn't a single diet coke in the entire store. No 12-packs. No 2-Liters. No 16oz bottles in the cold box. It was BIZARRE. So I went to Sonic. I mean, it was raining, and I'm a delicate flower.
In other news, well, there's not much other news. Tonight I'm going to a hockey game with my cousin Hayley. I have pretty much no holiday plans. Next weekend I'm getting my Hill Country on with a Saturday float of the Guadalupe River in New Braunfels/Gruene for Whitifer's birthday and then finishing the weekend out in Burnet with Ross for his birthday. That means I have to miss my sweet niece Natalie's dance recital, but I think she'll survive, contrary to my mean brother's words yesterday. The first weekend in June, I'm headed up to the Big D. Bunny and Silver Fox are closing on their new house on the 5th, and Jen's baby shower is on the 6th. There will be some good times with Liz and the Saucer, too, because that's the kind of girls we are.
Because I feel like I need to include it...
It's been about a month and I still haven't seen divorce papers. I don't know how I feel anymore. I have these moments where the memories and subsequent feelings roll like a slide show across my heart and it hurts so bad that I can't stop crying. Sometimes I just don't really feel anything. And still other times, I'm just mad and over the whole thing. I know for certain that I am better than I thought I would be, blessed by my friends, and strengthened by my Lord.